When I was about 8 years old I was something of a Michael Jackson fan, and it was sort of traditional during family gatherings for the adults to gather round and watch the kids do… whatever. My cousins always tap-danced, and I often didn’t participate, but this year I had apparently smoked a lot of crack and decided to bust out my best MJ dance routine.
I had gotten through the robot and moonwalk parts to uproarious laughter, and then went the whole way and did the crotch grab. Right then my Grandmother grabbed me and hauled me off, saying “Oh lordy we’ll have none of that in this house”. She set the family off worse than I had, and they had to sit down from laughing so hard.
LC